Its a deep night and the place is a hunted mansion, old stone castle or an actual museum sheltering many old relics. Witnesses reports says, that during a lonely nights, a specific noise disrupting the silence on the corridors. Its sounds like someone humming a note in very low voice. For a reason, during this night, the lights are on. Or half-On as those are more for personal or staff to move around, work on exhibits and not bump into a stuff. Additionally, it was because this estate having a special night quest wandering this mansion, alone for tonight.
Its steps leads toward a specifically certain exhibit specimen.
A light from a carry on lamp-light that excavation and miners use to light up the entire room, is shining on a big stone. This boulder is also a head from Rapa Nui an island in a Pacific Ocean, also know as Easter Island because of collection of the big head statures. Quite big, quite heavy. This one head was the reason why this place was haunted, because it was sentient. Expression on it was always the same, but the lips had been moving when speaking. So the slow deep voice of a stone stature, voiced a question to the person in front of it. "What you will do about it? Bro?"
As camera turn onto visitor, it fast focus on its left hand in a glove, as it in squeeze tight into a fist in angry gesture, shows that the person has taken the punch line personally. That blonde in black and red theme of light jacket, scarfs, protective engineer googles on her forehead and red eyes, is nobody else that Kaela Kovalskia, the blacksmith on a journey to find rare smithing materials. She give the head a frown. "Its seems to me, that I wasting my breath, trying to try talk a sense to you. First of all, I am a woman."
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But the stature head was cold toward the visitor. "Like a give nose mucus, to care about distinguish every potato sack that will cry under my nose."
A hint of irritation show on Kaela face. "Well, it was a nice to have a chat with you, buy I shall cut the talking, to get into a work."
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Somehow the cold stone had a hint of mockery in its low voice. "Are you feel the need to go to the small rest room at back, in seek of a safe place, to literally cry your hart out, while raining your water into a pond?" Boulder was bold with its words. "Do you feel afraid by my magnificent aura? Or it was my,-- great,-- personality?,-- that make you uneasy? Do I am too valued for you? Do I having too much of a value, for you to keep your eyes on me?"
But blacksmith, placed her tool box/bag on something elevated, opened it and picked up from it a mysterious looking sledge hammer. The like one, you will use to hammer down a train track size nails or wedge on its place. Or the like one, used for a house like demolition. "There is a difference in what the two of us, see a value." As she put it into both of her hands she starts to weight it out as if testing, evaluating if it fit into her hands, or if work with it will be sufficient or hindrance. "Do you knew that precious gems are formed from mere rock, under a high pressure?" She smiled kinda dangerously.
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Yet the boulder don't get it, and instead asked another question. "Do I look to you, like some encyclopedia?" For a moment the stature seem to reminisce on an old companion. "Always so wise, always have something to say, and on everything having an answer, no matter if its right or wrong." Yet a (wrinkle?) show for a moment on its face. "Because nobody can tel for sure if she just pranking you, playing her usual tricks, when she flipping her paper pages." Suddenly the head change the tone onto insulted one. "No! I am a bolder. Rock solid, bro. Its you, who giving up here, under a pressure."
She look at him like an artist observing a crude material, thinking what master piece will come out of it. "Lets say, I going to make my point an obvious one, by raising you to another level, using a tremendous/mighty force."
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Bolder smirk. "(Pff...) Good luck with that stick of yours. What stands in front you, is not one of your fragile gems. Basalt, granite, adamantine... Many like you had been bold with their sticks, while facing a grind stone like me."
A quick focus on her face revealed that she smiled hearing that. "Oh, don't worry! I have a magic trick to it. Gem it will be… Work of art... And after this, it will be you!; who will call me, a grind stone." She make an heroic stand, a cool pose for a wallpaper poster, and a shout a chant: "Divine artifact, forging artisan, manifest!!" As her red eyes aura light up with a mysterious power in them, the hammer magically enhanced it properties, expanding in size, to look something from magic weapon related novels.
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The expression on the head was cold stone like calm, but it know that is in trouble, so it uttered its last words. "Oh nose mucus…" [Oh shit!]
Kayla put the protective glasses on her eyes, while steeping forward the crafting material. "*Game start!*" Having a great grin, she swing her hammer against the stone head.
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When the first rang of metal hammer hitting on an anvil echoed into the air, something happened to the mind of the blacksmith. Unseen to anybody else, she stood in front of several mini-games, that she was tasked to complete them all, in order for divine artifact to do its crafting trick. Then so, she put together a puzzle having a thousand of pieces. She beat an alien invaders themed pin-bal arcade. She pass an abridged sarcastic Kirrito approved cards again humanity board game and so on.
But for everybody else, only lonely rangs hits of hammer on anvil, echoed through the night and empty halls of this estate.
When she was done with all the mini-games, and the last swung of hammer has been made; The stature start to blinking in upcoming evolution. Then it puff pop up like a balloon egg, filling the entire room with a white smoke. After few seconds everything fits into a place, and the work was done. Of course it was a successful one and a pop up message UI window poop up show itself in front of the blacksmith.
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Kaela clenched her fist in a victory stance and fired up from a successful work she shout: "Bu~uya~~a!!" in excitement.
Only after that war cry, she calm down and read what was written on the UI window. "Hmm. New specimen… Hmm… Set a new name of a specimen…" She make a mischievous smile, as her finger moved on the digital keyboard. After she press the enter, she make a single giggle. "He-he, Beejoe…" Suddenly she make confused (Hm?). "I made a typo..."
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Anyway, the problem of humming mystery was put to end, as it suddenly ended one night. But,-- a newspaper delivered an article of a reward for finding a missing artifact from a museum collection. When on one page displayed the photos of the stone head and the empty pedestal. Then there was this security camera photo, (a too much zoomed part), of a blurred silhouette of mysterious short quite wavy hairy girl strolling through the garden, away from the mansion, in a deep night, like some kind of poltergeist. The article said that some witnesses heard a sounds of clash from the direction of mansion. As if during the night, a duel of ghost knights resulted in runaway princess case. Strangely only single blacksmith was supposedly staying on the premise during the incident, and as the person said; it don't saw any trespassers or heard anything thief like suspicious, during that night. And there it was a last photo show a certain blonde operating historical equipment of a smith, inside the actual forge located on estate, on pro level skill.
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[Note:]
Half inspired, by the sleep over gig show program stream, where the girls were arriving on a party in pajama and with pillow under an armpit. So imagine a news papers article (The paper analog version.), speaking about they entries:
Like for GG it was a warning about possibly dangerous feral animal in woods, who chasing people and during a mating season screaming out of cliff: "Woma~a~a~a~ans!!" onto distance...
Then there was this article about museum missing head stature from holiday island and lost princes on night walk.
For Fuwamoco it was a health card report, the (trio?) of sister were displayed on paper in trio of segments. Each one had a picture, some bio, and mandatory vaccine shots for dogs (Kerberos). Blue sister was only one line in applied shots and weakly written note "Possibly evil." But Pink sister had a full page, hectically written often by hand having a pain, barely following any counting practice. There was so many of them that there was a message written in red pen over them. "Its not working! Help me!!" Whoever the green sister… her section was data corrupt, as if it was monitor display stained by damaged pixels, that nothing can be read out. Strong reference to Helluva Boss and Loona getting her medicine shots.
Also for Kronii it was just social media photo album post of her confidently walking through streets with her body sized hug pillow under her armpit. And yes the person on it was her. (No need to cover it.) Like when she lean against the railing to check up her phone, and other photo like moment.